Ancient Greece, Tuesday Night
Callisto eyed the manacles encircling her wrists, wondering when exactly the plan had gone off the rails. It had been working, Xena's shiny new reputation in tatters, needing just one tiny push before it was too far gone even for the chatty blonde's efforts. It had only been after she revealed herself that things had started to go wrong.
Putting any faith whatsoever in that idiot Joxer to dispose of one small bard had not helped matters either.
She could hear them even now, it seemed that Xena really did believe her own hype, talking about how saving her life had been 'the right thing to do'. A smirk crossed her lips, it might take time and effort, but she'd show them just what the right thing to do would have been.
Putting any faith whatsoever in that idiot Joxer to dispose of one small bard had not helped matters either.
She could hear them even now, it seemed that Xena really did believe her own hype, talking about how saving her life had been 'the right thing to do'. A smirk crossed her lips, it might take time and effort, but she'd show them just what the right thing to do would have been.